Luyện nghe bài hát Soul and Cigarette

Albatross flying again, after twenty years in a
Passes over seas, a ghost to his knees
flocking into words on a page
Now I've had faith, but I've had doubt
And I've you slipping slowly in the serpent's mouth
On that never happened
that were abandoned
Cut short like a throat, to sing

As I walked in the street, where you your shoes
Staring up into windows, down into blues
My soul and cigarette were a truce
And it me feel for a moment or two

a pilgrim in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the land
Like a pilgrim in the land
dirt to a cloud with his hands

Lost tongue, do you know where it's
Tasting poison and
Dragged back from death, by the of a breath
Taking in the fortress of a lover's
saint, with the soul of a whore
Dancing in the garden where your babies born
Feels full of ferina, Proserpina
Weeping nightly as we cling to her

As I walked in the street, where you your shoes
Staring up into windows, sinking down blues
My soul and were signing a truce
And it made me for a moment or two

Like a in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the holy
Like a pilgrim in the holy
Clapping dirt to a with his hands